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Chapter 29 The Powerful Zhao Wuji

"boom!"

With the combined efforts of Ning Rongrong, Tang San, and Xiao Wu, a storm suddenly arose from the ground, centered on Zhao Wuji, creating a spectacular scene!

But Han Feng knew that such a small amount of force could not hurt Zhao Wuji at all. At this moment, Zhao Wuji was just putting on an act with Xiao Wu!

"ha!"

As expected, Tang San, who was controlling the Blue Silver Grass, quickly frowned. He found that his control over the Blue Silver Grass had suddenly weakened, and his expression changed immediately. He wanted to get Xiao Wu to leave, but it was too late. Zhao Wuji shouted, and the storm on the ground suddenly stopped. Seven spirit rings, yellow, purple, black, and black, rose up, and the released spirit power directly sent Xiao Wu flying!

Tang San quickly caught Xiao Wu with his Blue Silver Grass, his expression solemn.

"Spinning around was fun, but I'm tired of it now!"

"null!"

Zhao Wuji's body suddenly doubled in size, resembling a humanoid bear, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and he raised his fist, the size of a sandbag, and smashed it towards Tang San!

Tang San's face was calm, and ghosts seemed to appear under his feet, disappearing in an instant. Zhao Wuji was stunned, but his rich combat experience did not leave him helpless. He turned around and attacked Ning Rongrong again!

Zhao Wuji had already figured it out: Han Feng and the others were led by Tang San. If they could get rid of Tang San, Han Feng and his group would fall apart. But if they couldn't capture Tang San, Ning Rongrong, who possessed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, would still be their top priority!

"I already told you! Don't ignore me!"

Han Feng's eyes flashed with fire, and his first and second soul skills lit up at the same time. Fixed-point protection appeared in front of Ning Rongrong, and the Life Defense was activated, instantly increasing his soul power and defense by 60%!

"null!"

Although Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint, he was sparring with a prospective student from the academy. It would be too embarrassing for him to go all out. So he not only did not release his True Body Armor, but he also did not use his Soul Rings. He even suppressed his Soul Power to the level of Soul Master. In addition, since this punch was originally aimed at Ning Rongrong, his power was suppressed again, and at most he was only at the level of Soul Venerable. For Han Feng, it was not worth mentioning!

Han Feng effortlessly blocked Zhao Wuji's punch, instantly triggering the Sunfire Soul Skill. The blazing flames traveled along Zhao Wuji's fist, heading straight for Zhao Wuji's heart!

Zhao Wuji frowned immediately—this flame made him feel a sense of threat!

"Good lad!"

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly. Although this kid was a bit gossipy and had a sharp tongue, his talent was truly undeniable!

As a defensive-type Soul Master, Han Feng's fire-type Soul Skill is a dream-like skill for all defensive-type Soul Masters, capable of threatening an offensive-type Soul Master!

"But that's not enough!"

Zhao Wuji's arm swelled up again, and his steel-like muscles even gleamed with a metallic sheen under the flames, directly repelling the sun's heat!

Han Feng, however, wasn't surprised at all. He flashed a big smile and said to Zhao Wuji, "Guess what? I must have been out of my mind to think that this would solve your problem! Please, turn around and take a look!"

Zhao Wuji was startled and didn't have time to refute Han Feng's chatter. He quickly turned around and found that Tang San and the other three had gathered together at some point!

Seeing Zhao Wuji looking at them, Xiao Wu smiled playfully at him. Tang San's first soul skill was instantly activated, sending Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing flying!

"First Soul Skill! Waist Bow!"

The moment Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing reached the highest point, Xiao Wu's first soul skill was triggered simultaneously. Her slender waist sprang out at an incredible angle. Zhu Zhuqing obviously knew what was going to happen. Her cold face showed no panic. Instead, she unleashed her second soul skill, transforming into a phantom and charging towards Zhao Wuji!

"The Seven Treasures are famous! First: Strength! Second: Speed!"

"Second Soul Skill! Netherworld Hundred Claws!"

With the combined strength of the four, they unleashed their strongest attack. Zhu Zhuqing's soul skill had clearly surpassed the level of a Soul Master, and even Zhao Wuji couldn't help but change color!

At this moment, Han Feng cleverly concealed his aura with a stealth shield. Taking advantage of Zhao Wuji's lack of attention, he moved closer to Zhao Wuji, a look of excitement flashing across his face, and the Blazing Shield in his hand suddenly shone brightly!

"Knee pound!"

Original Soul Skill! Charged Shield Bash!

Han Feng admitted that he had used a sneak attack, but Zhao Wuji, a dignified Soul Saint, didn't even feel ashamed to bully the weak, so what was he afraid of?

Charged Shield Strike, one of Han Feng's achievements at the junior academy, involves absorbing a portion of the opponent's soul power and storing it within the Blazing Shield, then unleashing it in an instant. Of course, one could store it internally, but that would be too wasteful, as the Charged Shield Strike cannot store soul power for long; it must be used flexibly during battle, and pre-stored power will simply dissipate.

The current limit that the Blazing Shield can store is the attack soul power of the Soul Master level, and Zhao Wuji's two attacks just now clearly filled the soul power!

"null!"

Zhao Wuji intended to release his true form armor to defend against Zhu Zhuqing's attack, but before he could act, he felt his knees involuntarily buckle and he was about to kneel down!

Without releasing his true form armor, without his martial soul attaching to his body, and without using his soul rings, Zhao Wuji's body is only at the Soul King level. Han Feng's attack is already enough to threaten him!

"boom!"

"Swish! Swish swish!"

Zhao Wuji collapsed to the ground like a falling jade pillar. It was too late for him to get up. Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Hundred Claws fell. Han Feng only saw a series of shadows flashing. Zhao Wuji was able to resist, but if he attacked now, he would inevitably hurt Han Feng and Zhu Zhuqing. Helpless, he could only swallow this bitter defeat.

Zhu Zhuqing was, after all, an agility-based attacker, and in the blink of an eye, she had already finished her second soul skill. When she landed, her cold face still showed an expression of disbelief—she never imagined that she could actually defeat a Soul Saint head-on!?

If Han Feng knew what Zhu Zhuqing was thinking at that moment, he would definitely say, "Little sister, you're overthinking it..."

"Empty! Empty, empty, empty!"

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhao Wuji stood up again. This time, he was covered with a dazzling Martial Soul True Body Armor, with seven soul rings behind him. A terrifying and brutal aura burst forth from him. At this moment, Zhao Wuji was like a golden-armored war god!

Zhu Zhuqing and Han Feng were both shocked and turned to leave.

"Kid! Where are you going!?"

Zhu Zhuqing's speed was naturally beyond Han Feng's reach. In addition, Zhao Wuji hated Han Feng to the core at this moment, so how could he let Han Feng escape? His large hand, as big as a fan, grabbed at Han Feng, leaving Han Feng with no way to dodge!

"Thump! Thump thump thump!"

Zhao Wuji grabbed Han Feng and slammed him into the ground, creating several uneven craters.

"Han Feng!"

Ning Rongrong, standing behind Tang San, was startled. She shook off Tang San's hand, which he was trying to use to stop her, and ran towards Han Feng.

"Tch!" Han Feng scrambled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he shouted, "Get back! I don't need the protection of a support Soul Master! Especially not you!"

Ning Rongrong trembled. Knowing Han Feng's stubborn nature to some extent, she knew he wasn't joking. She was momentarily caught in a dilemma. Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, laughed loudly: "Good! You've got guts! Kid, I'll give you a chance today. I'll spar with you one-on-one. If you can hurt me, or beat me down like you just did, I'll let you all pass!"

Upon hearing this, Han Feng's eyes flashed, and he already had a plan in mind: "No need! Rules are rules! One incense stick's time is one incense stick's time! It's a one-on-one fight between us; I'll last as long as I can!"

"You said it yourself! I'll grant your wish! Don't say I'm bullying you; I'll only use my true form armor, not any soul skills!"

Han Feng nodded, then turned to Ning Rongrong and said, "Don't assist me!"

Ning Rongrong felt a lump in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Han Feng! You bastard!"

Even Zhao Wuji was dumbfounded by this scene—just how brainless was this kid? Not only was he ungrateful, but he also said something so lacking in emotional intelligence!?

Zhao Wuji even felt that even if he had been single his whole life, he would still be smarter than Han Feng!

After Ning Rongrong finished scolding, she ran back. Xiao Wu saw Ning Rongrong crying sadly and couldn't bear it, so she comforted her.

Han Feng was also a little annoyed by the sight—since it was a one-on-one fight, there was naturally no need for the help of a support Soul Master. He had only asked Ning Rongrong to go back, so why was she crying?

He was also angered by Zhao Wuji. This old man not only bullied the weak, but also had no self-awareness. Anyway, Han Feng was just relying on the fact that Zhao Wuji wouldn't do anything to him. So he decided to fight one-on-one. In any case, Zhao Wuji wouldn't dare to hurt him, and he couldn't hurt Zhao Wuji either!

Seeing the troubled look on Han Feng's face, Zhao Wuji, who was originally angry, suddenly felt extremely happy!

Although this kid is a chatterbox and shameless, Zhao Wuji was very happy to see Han Feng make Ning Rongrong cry—this kid has something he's not good at!

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji laughed heartily three times: "Hahaha! Don't cry, little girl! Watch me teach this brat a lesson!"

Ning Rongrong, still crying, glanced at Han Feng. Although she was worried, she held back her sobs, remembering how Han Feng had repeatedly angered her, and cried out in a tearful voice, "Go, Teacher Zhao!"

These words were meant for Han Feng to hear, but Han Feng didn't realize it. He only thought Ning Rongrong was retaliating for making her cry, and he grinned, thinking to himself, "Indeed! Women and petty people are the hardest to deal with!"

(End of this chapter)